After Christmas, the final exams arrived in the blink of an eye.
After lunch in the school break room, Su Cui walked out and sat on the steps leading to the playground to think.
On Christmas Eve, influenced by her, the golden finger had hooked Zhou Shixiang's chin.
Back then, after experimenting with a pack of tissues, she had reached a conclusion: besides protecting Su Baixue's consciousness, the golden finger could also fulfill her requests—but only under certain conditions.
So far, she had discovered two conditions:
1. The target must be within her sight.
2. She needed to visualize the scene in her mind.
At home, she had imagined turning stone into gold, but the golden finger hadn't done it.
Yet the random thought of hooking Zhou Shixiang's chin when she saw it had been achieved.
And piercing the tissue had also been realized.
There was an important difference between these cases.
When she fantasized about turning stone into gold, there was no stone in her hand.
But Zhou Shixiang's chin and the tissues were both physically within her finger's reach.
Later, when she picked up a real stone and tried the same thing at home, it still didn't work. That led to another aspect: the scope of fulfillment.
If she wanted money, she could win it through a lottery, but turning stone to gold was impossible. Su Cui guessed the golden finger had to obey some law of this world.
So she tested several more things at home and at school, eventually discovering an interesting phenomenon.
If she asked the golden finger to turn a math textbook into a Chinese one, it couldn't.
But if she couldn't solve a math problem, she could visualize a scene where she confidently answered it, and as long as she had a pen in hand, the golden finger would automatically fill in the correct answer—even if she didn't actually want to write it at that moment.
That explained why, even though she hadn't intended to hook Zhou Shixiang's chin, the golden finger acted automatically when she saw his chin and imagined she could hook it, believing she could.
Without a pen, even if she believed she could solve the problem, the golden finger wouldn't respond—it couldn't conjure a pen out of thin air.
Su Cui sat on the playground steps.
With her slightly golden-glowing fingers, she dismantled and reassembled the tape recorder in her hands.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Su Cui shook her head. "My golden finger really is..."
She finally understood its function: anything she didn't know how to do, as long as she believed she could do it and had the necessary physical object, she could do it.
The only limitation was: it had to conform to normal cognitive boundaries.
"Truly amazing." Su Cui patted the gun concealed on her person. This sigh wasn't without reason. She had looked up the basics of using a gun online.
But weapons involved many aspects—even aiming couldn't be mastered overnight.
The golden finger, however, could.
Just now, she had taken a tape recorder and imagined dismantling all its parts. The golden finger helped her take it apart. Then she mixed all the pieces together and visualized reassembling it, believing she could—though in reality, she couldn't tell which part belonged where.
Yet the golden finger still restored it.
What did this mean?
It meant that even if she didn't know how to use a computer, as long as she had a USB drive and the computer was within reach, even if it was password-protected, if she believed she could open it, the golden finger would help her open it and copy its contents.
The only limitation: the USB drive had to be in her possession, and the target computer had to be physically within her finger's reach.
What else did it mean?
Su Cui touched the gun on her person. She didn't know how to use this gun; even if she tried to shoot someone, she might hurt herself. Not to mention hitting a moving target—even if the enemy stood still, she couldn't aim properly. But now everything was solved.
With this gun, as long as she wanted to use it and visualized a perfect scene of using it, she could. She wouldn't even need to aim—it would automatically hit the target.
The limitation was: the firing range had to be within the gun's effective range, and the gun itself had to be within her finger's grasp.
If she dropped the gun, she couldn't make it fly into her hand out of nowhere.
If the target was out of range, she couldn't hit it.
Based on the limitations discovered so far, Su Cui began listing her study plan.
She no longer needed to learn how to use a gun, but she had to systematically understand the effective ranges of various weapons to prepare for future encounters with armed scumbags.
Also survival skills like swimming.
Su Cui thought: she should prepare for every stage—before, during, and after encountering scumbags.
Alright!
That was settled!
In her little notebook, Su Cui seriously wrote a big heading: "Emergency Response Manual for High-Level Perverse Scumbags"
Page 1: Comprehensive Scumbag Emergency Plan.
Page 2: Special Emergency Plans targeting already encountered scumbags: Zhao Pengfei (X), He Li (ongoing), Wei Yun (saved, require close monitoring), unnamed jade-pendant scumbag boss, perverted twins (older brother severely injured).
Page 3: Countermeasures.
Christmas Eve had proven that the people Su Baixue was destined to meet would indeed meet her.